"How do we know but what we're stuck here for good?" she asked the
girls. "The car stopped dead, you remember, just under that horrible
tree, and I'm sure I don't know what in the world made it. If I can't
find out the trouble----"
"Oh, but you've got to find it," protested Grace, while Betty and Amy
looked worried. "We can't stay here all night, and it may be a dozen
miles to the nearest garage."
"I know that just as well as you do," grumbled Mollie. "But if I
can't, I can't, that's all."
By this time they had reached the road and Mollie went straight to the
car. While she and Betty were trying to find out what was wrong the
other two girls and Professor Dempsey looked on anxiously.
"Well, as far as I can see there is absolutely nothing wrong with it,"
snapped Mollie at last, lifting a face flushed with exertion. "Get in,
girls, and I'll start the engine-- or try to. Then if she won't go
we'll have to make up our minds to stay here all night or walk to the
next garage."
Accordingly the girls got in and Mollie pressed the self-starter.
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